There are
Droplets
Of Blood splattered
Across the
Stars of my
Soul
And my thoughts
Are caught
Entranced -
Stolen.
Lost like the
Oblivion
I Seek.
It's hard to
Rest in the
Cold-dark
Where the voices
Are
Quiet
When the furnace
Fire of
Pain shines
So
Very bright
And the shards
Of a
Dream
Have torn
My mind
Apart.
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